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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342083" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Oracle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. <br>ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, <br>ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai lalon udor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years have risen and fallen in darkness or in twilight, <br>Ages waxed and waned that knew not thee nor thine, <br>While the world sought light by night and sought not thy light, <br>Since the sad last pilgrim left thy dark mid shrine. <br>Dark the shrine and dumb the fount of song thence welling, <br>Save for words more sad than tears of blood, that said: <br>Tell the king, on earth has fallen the glorious dwelling, <br>And the watersprings that spake are quenched and dead. <br>Not a cell is left the God, no roof, no cover <br>In his hand the prophet laurel flowers no more.<br>And the great king's high sad heart, thy true last lover, <br>Felt thine answer pierce and cleave it to the core. <br>And he bowed down his hopeless head <br>In the drift of the wild world's tide, <br>And dying, Thou hast conquered, he said, <br>Galilean; he said it, and died. <br>And the world that was thine and was ours <br>When the Graces took hands with the Hours <br>Grew cold as a winter wave <br>In the wind from a wide-mouthed grave, <br>As a gulf wide open to swallow <br>The light that the world held dear. <br>O father of all of us, Paian, Apollo, <br>Destroyer and healer, hear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Age on age thy mouth was mute, thy face was hidden, <br>And the lips and eyes that loved thee blind and dumb; <br>Song forsook their tongues that held thy name forbidden, <br>Light their eyes that saw the strange God's kingdom come. <br>Fire for light and hell for heaven and psalms for pæans <br>Filled the clearest eyes and lips most sweet of song, <br>When for chant of Greeks the wail of Galileans <br>Made the whole world moan with hymns of wrath and wrong. <br>Yea, not yet we see thee, father, as they saw thee, <br>They that worshipped when the world was theirs and thine, <br>They whose words had power by thine own power to draw thee <br>Down from heaven till earth seemed more than heaven divine. <br>For the shades are about us that hover <br>When darkness is half withdrawn <br>And the skirts of the dead night cover <br>The face of the live new dawn. <br>For the past is not utterly past <br>Though the word on its lips be the last, <br>And the time be gone by with its creed <br>When men were as beasts that bleed, <br>As sheep or as swine that wallow, <br>In the shambles of faith and of fear. <br>O father of all of us, Paian, Apollo, <br>Destroyer and healer, hear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet it may be, lord and father, could we know it, <br>We that love thee for our darkness shall have light <br>More than ever prophet hailed of old or poet <br>Standing crowned and robed and sovereign in thy sight. <br>To the likeness of one God their dreams enthralled thee, <br>Who wast greater than all Gods that waned and grew; <br>Son of God the shining son of Time they called thee, <br>Who wast older, O our father, than they knew. <br>For no thought of man made Gods to love or honour <br>Ere the song within the silent soul began, <br>Nor might earth in dream or deed take heaven upon her <br>Till the word was clothed with speech by lips of man. <br>And the word and the life wast thou, <br>The spirit of man and the breath; <br>And before thee the Gods that bow <br>Take life at thine hands and death. <br>For these are as ghosts that wane, <br>That are gone in an age or twain; <br>Harsh, merciful, passionate, pure, <br>They perish, but thou shalt endure; <br>Be their flight with the swan or the swallow, <br>They pass as the flight of a year. <br>O father of all of us, Paian, Apollo, <br>Destroyer and healer, hear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou the word, the light, the life, the breath, the glory, <br>Strong to help and heal, to lighten and to slay, <br>Thine is all the song of man, the world's whole story; <br>Not of morning and of evening is thy day. <br>Old and younger Gods are buried or begotten <br>From uprising to downsetting of thy sun, <br>Risen from eastward, fallen to westward and forgotten, <br>And their springs are many, but their end is one. <br>Divers births of godheads find one death appointed, <br>As the soul whence each was born makes room for each; <br>God by God goes out, discrowned and disanointed, <br>But the soul stands fast that gave them shape and speech. <br>Is the sun yet cast out of heaven? <br>Is the song yet cast out of man? <br>Life that had song for its leaven <br>To quicken the blood that ran <br>Through the veins of the songless years <br>More bitter and cold than tears, <br>Heaven that had thee for its one <br>Light, life, word, witness, O sun, <br>Are they soundless and sightless and hollow, <br>Without eye, without speech, without ear? <br>O father of all of us, Paian, Apollo, <br>Destroyer and healer, hear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time arose and smote thee silent at his warning, <br>Change and darkness fell on men that fell from thee; <br>Dark thou satest, veiled with light, behind the morning, <br>Till the soul of man should lift up eyes and see. <br>Till the blind mute soul get speech again and eyesight, <br>Man may worship not the light of life within; <br>In his sight the stars whose fires grow dark in thy sight <br>Shine as sunbeams on the night of death and sin. <br>Time again is risen with mightier word of warning, <br>Change hath blown again a blast of louder breath; <br>Clothed with clouds and stars and dreams that melt in morning, <br>Lo, the Gods that ruled by grace of sin and death! <br>They are conquered, they break, they are stricken, <br>Whose might made the whole world pale; <br>They are dust that shall rise not or quicken <br>Though the world for their death's sake wail. <br>As a hound on a wild beast's trace, <br>So time has their godhead in chase; <br>As wolves when the hunt makes head, <br>They are scattered, they fly, they are fled; <br>They are fled beyond hail, beyond hollo, <br>And the cry of the chase, and the cheer. <br>O father of all of us, Paian, Apollo, <br>Destroyer and healer, hear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day by day thy shadow shines in heaven beholden, <br>Even the sun, the shining shadow of thy face: <br>King, the ways of heaven before thy feet grow golden; <br>God, the soul of earth is kindled with thy grace. <br>In thy lips the speech of man whence Gods were fashioned, <br>In thy soul the thought that makes them and unmakes; <br>By thy light and heat incarnate and impassioned, <br>Soul to soul of man gives light for light and takes. <br>As they knew thy name of old time could we know it, <br>Healer called of sickness, slayer invoked of wrong, <br>Light of eyes that saw thy light, God, king, priest, poet, <br>Song should bring thee back to heal us with thy song. <br>For thy kingdom is past not away, <br>Nor thy power from the place thereof hurled; <br>Out of heaven they shall cast not the day, <br>They shall cast not out song from the world. <br>By the song and the light they give <br>We know thy works that they live; <br>With the gift thou hast given us of speech <br>We praise, we adore, we beseech, <br>We arise at thy bidding and follow, <br>We cry to thee, answer, appear, <br>O father of all of us, Paian, Apollo, <br>Destroyer and healer, hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, 
ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai lalon udor. 

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